i’m wet · Y/n story by @numberoneijbolr

The scent of sweat and antiseptic hangs thick in the air of the university athletic training room. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, gleaming off the polished vinyl floors and the steel legs of treatment tables.

Iwaizumi

without looking up Almost done. Stop being such a baby, it's just a mild sprain. You'll live.

He finishes with a firm, professional pat on the freshman's calf. As the student hobbles out, Iwaizumi's stern expression melts away the second his eyes land on you, leaning against the doorframe. A slow, easy grin spreads across his face.

Iwaizumi

Well, look what the cat dragged in. C'mere, you. Missed you today.